#beauxderek

It hadn't even been a full twenty four hours and Beau couldn't be trusted to be alone. His dads wouldn't let him anyway. Between here and his grandparent's house he'd barely been alone. Didn't even sleep in the trailer last night. Didn't sleep at all, really. As fucked up as everything had been he couldn't stop thinking about what came next. What would Derek do? What would his family do?

[text: do not answer]: And forget any ideas you have about hunting me or my family.

Name: Louisa / Lou

Gender: Female

General appearance: Way fucking cooler than you (and Beau).

Personality: Lou has a very big 'fuck you' attitude and nobody really knows where it came from.

Special talents: Calls herself a monster hybrid because it pisses her dad off, likes to use magic to light things on fire, has influence over mostly human dreams. Very little shifter, mostly claws and eyes and heightened senses. Very, very good with guns.

Who they like better: Beau

Who they take after more: Probably Derek

Personal headcanon: Beau has no idea how Lou happened but he kept her a secret from Derek for as long as possible. If he even accepts that Lou is his, she pretends not to care even though she very much does.

"You're supposed to be paying attention," Beau nudged the other, nose against shoulder, and nodded toward the laptop screen propped open in front of both of them. There wasn't really room to mount a television but Beau wouldn't be caught complaining. It made for more intimate viewing. Somewhere in the first act he'd slipped his hand into Derek's and laced their fingers together, never bothering to ask if that was a thing he could do. Beau was affectionate, always had been. Wasn't his fault that amplified after someone had sex with him.